Friday, December 14, 2012
what is the opposite of cold? hmm? well, if its the cold that hurts your face and makes you cry tears that freeze, then the opposite might be 'scorched'...
the opposite of black? well, do you mean the color of the darkest night? because that 'opposite' might be 'relief for the mother of a newborn' or... 'dazedly dawn'... or 'sherbert in the trees'... but white? i don't think so really. not even on the spectrum of light because frankly, its a circle. spectrum, linear, whats the opposite of linear? fog-ular? planar? blaroahgogular.
peace? war? my ass. tentative peace? no such game with tentative war? no such game.
right? wrong? again, no dice. we're all too old for this frippery. you know it. why are we getting our kids all fucked up at such an early age? shoot.
i want my kids to stretch and leap out. with words, colors, ideas... not a rigidity that is easier than all the rest. i want me to do that too.
my middle one turns five tomorrow, goes off to his grandparents for a sleepover tonight and comes back a whole new being.
boy, it is exciting. I'm glad i'm not missing this because i'm hung up on up and down, or he and she. hoowee, how do the nurseryschool teachers handle transgender identification? HOLY LORD. how do they handle that one? heh. may they all get an extra shot of espresso in their cup when that one comes up.
AND, that cute little first trip to the dentist set us back a cool six hundred dollars. OH YEAH, did i mention that my kids may never see a dentist again, ever. way to go, doc... their rotten and dysfunctional mouths are forever in your debt, from here on in.
i need a booklist, buds. I'm thinking of making a sojourn to the library but I need there to be a pile of worthies sitting there with my name on them, to make this trip worthwhile. tell me. tell me. nonfiction, fiction, fine. i'm not superhigh with needing to read a book that rips my heart out, but I do like the well-written of all genres. i do.
one last time, opposites are killing your babies... let them run free, mamas... let them run free.